My encounter isn't a bigfoot story. It's a dog man story. It happened here in my hometown of San

Angelo, Texas. It was about 24 or 25 years ago, and my oldest daughter was about a year old at the time. Her dad and I

weren't together, and on Sunday afternoons he'd come pick her up. A friend of mine and I would usually

hang out and go to movies, swimming, and sometimes we'd go to a nature path outside of town.

On this Sunday, we decided to go to the nature path. It was a really nice day. It was sunny, but

not too hot. The path would go straight through a clearing from the parking area towards some

big bushes and trees on either side. It would go up

and incline slightly and then through a clearing again. Then it would head into the woods for quite a while.

On warm days when the bushes and wildflowers were bloomed out. There would be tons of butterflies everywhere.

It was a beautiful place to relax and enjoy nature. It was also very quiet and peaceful.

We rarely saw other people when we were there. When you walk down the path, it would go for

about 20 or so minutes through the trees.

To the left would be another path that went over a small bridge and a dried up riverbed.

We always went over the bridge and went hang out there for a while in the shade of the trees.

We'd usually see some animals, rabbits, maybe a skunk, a deer,

and I think one time we even saw a mountain line in the distance. This particular day,

we were standing on the bridge, my friend towards the middle, and me by the opposite side

from the path.

The bridge wasn't big, about 20 or so feet.

We were standing there talking and enjoying the day, and I started to hear what sounded like

someone walking through the trees.

I could hear the leaves and twigs on the ground crunching under something's feet as they walked towards where we were.

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